All Chapters of I Was Made From What You Couldn’t Let Go: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

 “Lorne is trying to destroy everything we have left.”The words slipped out as I stood in the crowded tribunal hall. Pack elders and high ranking wolves filled the seats. Lorne Voss had called this open audit. He stood at the front speaking with confidence.Rhydian sat at the head table looking exhausted. Lorne pointed at him. “The alpha has become unfit to rule. His obsession with a low ranking beta has distracted him from pack duties. We have seen the signs. He locks himself away. He ignores border threats. This cannot continue.”Murmurs spread through the hall. I felt Elio pushing at the edges of my mind but I held on. My head throbbed but I stepped forward before anyone could stop me.I raised my voice. “Lorne, you speak of fitness to rule but your own hands are dirty. Shall we talk about the missing supply funds from last winter?”Lorne turned to me with surprise. “Soren, this is not your

 “The watch needs to be destroyed right now.”I grabbed the cursed watch from the table in Rhydian’s study. The metal felt cold and heavy in my hand. Rhydian stood nearby watching me closely.“Soren, be careful,” he said. “We do not know what it might do. It could be more than just a tracker.”I held it up. “It has been listening. Tracking us. Anchoring him to me. I want it gone. I want this chain broken.”Rhydian stepped closer. “Let me do it. You have been through enough already. Let me take this risk.”I shook my head. “This is my fight too. My body. My choice. I need to be the one who ends it.”I raised the watch high and smashed it hard against the stone floor. The glass shattered with a loud crack. A burst of bright spiritual energy exploded outward. White smoke filled the room. I could not see anything.Rhydian shouted. “Soren! Are

“The cavern holds answers I never wanted.”Mira Kane led me down a hidden staircase beneath the pack grounds. The air grew cooler with every step. Torches flickered on the walls. We reached an ancient subterranean cavern where the first alphas were buried. Stone tombs lined the walls. The place felt heavy with history. The weight of centuries pressed down on me.Mira stopped in the center. “This is where it began. The first alphas. Their blood started everything. Their spirits still linger here.”I looked around. The tombs were carved with symbols I did not recognize. “Why bring me here? What does this have to do with me? I am just a low beta. Nothing special.”Mira turned to face me. “Your bloodline is older than the Blackmoor lineage. You come from the first families. The ones who hosted ancestral spirits long before the current packs formed. Your blood carries that power.”I stared at her. “W

 “Rhydian is confronting my father right now.”I stood at the edge of the main square watching from a distance. Rhydian had dragged my father out in front of the entire pack. The public display was brutal. Rhydian’s voice carried across the square loud and clear.“You sold your own son,” Rhydian growled. His words echoed off the buildings. “For gold. To pay gambling debts. You traded Soren like he was nothing. Like he did not matter.”My father tried to speak. His voice was shaky. “I had no choice. The debts were too much. The rivals were threatening the family. I thought one sacrifice could save the rest.”Rhydian cut him off with a sharp gesture. “There is always a choice. You chose gold over blood. You chose rivals over your son. You are exiled. Leave the territory. Never return. If you step foot here again, the consequences will be worse.”The pack watched in silence

 The aqueduct repair just uncovered something we were never meant to find.I worked alongside the guards in the old tunnels beneath the western ridge. The structural repair was necessary after the water redirection. The recent contamination had forced us to reconsider our entire water system, and the engineers insisted we reinforce the ancient channels that had carried water to the territory for centuries. My hands were dirty from clearing debris, my clothes stained with dust and mud, when I noticed a crack in the wall.It was subtle. A hairline fracture that seemed too deliberate, too straight to be natural erosion. I ran my fingers along its edge and felt the stone shift slightly. A hidden chamber lay behind it. My heart hammered as I pushed the stones aside, one by one, until the opening was wide enough to step through.The air inside was stale and thick with dust, untouched for what smelled like years. The chamber was small, perhaps ten feet acr